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Stupidest ThingsI'M MAKING nachos in your toaster oven. The chips fall in the pan without a problem. Beans, evenly distributed (if I do say so myself.) Salsa- good to go. Then the cheese. Generic brand shredded cheese blend. I dangle my (washed) fingers into the zip-lock bag, grab a generous pinch and rain mild cheddar down on my gourmet meal. And I feel the tears building. "No," my conscious scolds, "you will not cry over shredded cheese." I add another pinch for flavor, then another to assert dominance. I slide the pan into the tiny oven- triumphant! But the next task breaks me. I freeze when I try to adjust the heat setting. I hear your voice so clearly, like you're still calling from the next room: "you have to press the TOAST button, it cooks much faster." The tears start to roll. I think about how excited you were when cheese bubbled perfectly- "just a little brown, ever so slightly crispy." We would joke about your persnickety preferences, likely a product of your superior taste. Of course, you would have appreciated anything I made for you, but it was always better when the dish matched the idea in your head...when I made it like you would have made it (if you were only well enough to cook for yourself again.) In the present, I poke the TOAST button and flee the kitchen as to not cry in front of the smothered chips. I sit on the sofa and break down, gasping in childish sobs. "I miss her," I wail to an empty house. Warm tears coat my cheeks in the air-conditioned room. I feel so small. I feel so foolish for crying over stupid, little things. I feel so... so... A bell dings in the kitchen. I wipe my sleeve across my face and traipse back to the toaster. Hand into oven mitt, mitt onto pan, pan onto table. I grab the plastic tubs of sour cream and guacamole from the fridge and a spoon from the drawer that sticks a little when you try to open it. I pick the non-wilted bits off the head of lettuce and rinse them under the faucet. I finish the recipe. I pull out a chair. I sit down to nachos for one.

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Sta. TeresitaUmaga na pala, / Subalit tila umpisa pa lang ito ng dilim / Dito sa bayan kong nasa sinapupunan ng mga sakim

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My Father Walked MeMy father walked me down the aisle, / But my mother held my arm. / He went with me,

@emily-miller-158

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TOUCH MEI let different boys touch me / Because I wanted to know / Even for a second

@Elizabethanne28

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JumpscareI like to play horror games / Amnesia was the first one I played / The monsters were scary

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The Beauty of a WomanThe beauty of a woman / is in the poems she's wrote, / the dreams she's weaved

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The Faith to Cry OutThere are times when the Lord will take from us every familiar thing and send all the others away to have us to Himself, uprooting and dismantling our earthly anchors until we find no safe place of attachment but to Him alone. And though we search feverishly to secure another, He will faithfully cut off our efforts at every pass and every attempted by-pass, almost as though we could see them being escorted out the door, marching one after the other in file and possibly taking our sanity with them. *“No, not another one! Where are they all going and why am I not invited?”* But it is His alone to give or not to give, to give and take away. / The One Who took up the cross and took the cup of the Father’s wrath for us has the absolute right to take anything and everything from us at any time for whatever reasons might please Him. But know this for certain: concerning His redeemed, those reasons will *always* involve two things—glory and intimacy. They are the overriding answers to every lingering question of *“Why?”*. / But if we fail to understand His glorious and intimate intentions we may misconstrue our losses to be a sign that He is actually withdrawing His affection from us. The very things which He is doing for love’s sake to perfect our pathway to intimacy might be taken instead for obstacles blocking it, causing us to doubt His love. We could not be more wrong, but sometimes it's so hard to see through the veil of pain.

@alyssa-underwood11

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Tribute to a soldierI saw a carving from Bethlehem that you had given my Nan, / She showed me a photograph of you, you were tall, with a golden tan. / The carving it was inscribed, 'with love from your brother Tom',

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Mediaeval Myth Lamenting Legend. / In a costume of conflicting emotion, / of crossing diamondic colour,

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"Ballad of the Silent Few"In towns where poppies gently fall, / And bugles sound the mournful call, / We praise the brave, the bold, the true—

@ThePoppiesStillBloom30

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all my tearsbe washed away / (with spoken word inserts / by soulsurvivor)

@SoulSurvivor47

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The One ThingIn all my paralyzing confusion, only one thing is needed; in all my anxiety over my much less than ideal circumstances, only one thing is needed; in all my this-is-so-unfair discouragement, only one thing is needed; in my pressing-down-like-a-boulder-on-my-chest grief, only one thing is needed; in my feels-like-my-insides-are-being-scraped-out sorrow, only one thing is needed; in my falling-apart-at-every-seam life, only one thing is needed; in my can’t-seem-to-muster-the-will-to-get-out-of-bed depression, only one thing is needed; in my sure-I’m-finally-going-crazy state of mind, only one thing is needed; in my so-mad-I’ve-got-to-throw-and-break-something anger, only one thing is needed. In the scorning and tormenting face of rejection or betrayal or failure or devastating news or disfiguring disease or the worst fears of my heart coming to pass, only one thing is needed—to come and sit at Jesus’ feet and listen to what He is saying. / To entrust myself to Him, to acknowledge His presence with me, to submit myself to His perfect authority over me, to just *look at Him* and recognize His all-surpassing worth, to feast on Him, to wait for Him to speak and know that He longs to do so more than I long to hear it, to meditate on His Word and speak it back to Him both in praise and request and to ask Him exactly what it means for me right now, to be ready to respond to Him in obedience and follow him wherever or however He leads, to be willing to tune out every competing voice no matter how well-intentioned and to say *“No!”* to whatever He has not called me to, to believe that He cares deeply and passionately for me both in His emotion toward me and in His personal tending of me, to see that the details of my life matter even more to Him than they do to me and that He holds every one of them in His hands and is perfectly directing them for intimacy and glory, to refuse to be drawn away or worried or upset by the many preparations and distractions all around me by casting every burden down before Him and taking up His all-sufficient grace for every need, and *above all* to want Him more than anything and to let everything else fit into that all-pervasive desire—this is the *ONE THING* that is needed both now and throughout every season of my life, and if I will choose it, it will not be taken from me. It is the one thing worth fighting to the death for and will, no doubt, require just such a dying again and again and again...

@alyssa-underwood2

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MomI love you now / I loved you then / If you were here I'd say it again

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Longing SoulsAshes to ashes / Dust to dust / Everyday a soul is lost

@marinajames8315

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Grief AnniversaryMy body somehow knows / The grief tomorrow holds. / I ache and throb

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SuicideFor you suicide offered quick relief / For those of us left behind / nothing but grief

@FidgetyMidget3

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I'm sorryI've known loss for years, / But it's never been this colder; / I'm at least trying my best,

@Aaron_paharia8

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15 texts I (almost) sent youI can't believe how amazing you are. You're the only person who's made me feel this special in a long time [delete] / are you sure you just want to be 'friends', I think I'm in love with you [delete] / can I have a goodbye kiss? I love your kisses, they taste like summer [delete]

@the-epitome-of-insane15

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Sunny's GunThese shots were never taken by chance / They were of anger taken under sunshine / This smoke can oh so muddle your view of the truth

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Final DanceAfter lengthy days of torment and grief / Braving the cold, remained the last leaf / Feeling the slightest breeze

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the rainRaindrops splattered across the squeaky window as Lily slipped into a world entirely her own. She found out that the slightly dilapidated beige sofa can provide an alarmingly pacifying dark fortress. / It was the storm in her living room which led her to this point. / Her mother was a peculiar human in the aspect of coping methods. Most would turn to alcohol, but Lily's mother turned to books.

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Palipasin na ang NakaraanSa tuwing naaalala ka, / Lungkot at pagsisisi lang ang palaging nadarama. / Hindi naman na dapat iniisip pa,

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City of HopeWhat a city I murmur to myself looking at its map. / We approached the city known as Dis, / with its vast army and its burdened citizens.

@robert-ronnow48

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Ode to the Needleyou, / you get me. / like a cold whisper wrapped in chrome,

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